If anyone's seen my work ethic, tell it to get its ass back here.

[gypsyjr]

This hypothetical conversation pretty much sums up what I've been thinking for the last two days or so:

Inner Slacker: "Whyyyyy can't we stay home on Saturday? It's so niiiiiice out, and you haaaate your job." [[Ed. note - I don't actually hat eit so much anymore, but this is not a voice of reason.]]

Responsible Voice of Reason: "Uh, because we'

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[spaced_oddity]

I feel similarly about my job currently, but I can't call in sick because A) they'd be screwed without me, and B) my mother would never let me. Even when I'm actually sick, I have to be falling over before my mother won't harass me about it.

Ugh. :( Jobs. I know I'm lucky to have one, but at the same time, I really cannot handle being treated like crap by customers for much longer.

[gypsyjr]

yeah, my mom has similar opinions, but it's more the fact that I really do need the money right now. My mom's getting laid off in a few months because her store is closing and the idea of being the only wage-earner in the family is slightly terrifying. And, heh, I'm apparently not the only one having these mental conversations, because our center has a lot of issues with attendance. So that makes everyone else's job harder, and I'm not going to be part of the problem if I can at all help it.

It's not as terrible as it used to be (I don't know if I'm getting better at it or developing a thicker skin, or what) but on days when I get out of work 20 minutes late because people refuse to accept that they need to pay for a service they used, it makes me want to walk out and never come back.